House Management Chapter 4877: Can’t hold it up

Zhang Yu has a headache now, and he is weighing whether or not to go down and take a look.

This is indeed a very difficult choice, because once it goes down, it is likely to be trapped underneath. If you don't go on, maybe it will be endless search and endless battle.

If you want to fight on the altar side, it must be countless times harder than on your own side, and it is uncertain how long you can last, or it may not be able to hold it anymore. Zhang Yu finally gritted his teeth and said in his heart: "Fight!"

Make up his mind, with a thought, he retracted the money sword, and he was about to pounce on the crowd of walking corpses. Zhang Yu took a step forward and jumped directly into the pit.

When people go, Zhang Yu's eyes are completely dark.

On the altar, six people, including Song Zhenren and Ming Zhen, are still struggling to stand in front of the green flame. Earlier, Song Zhenren's 18 black and white flags could still enclose the perimeter of the altar, but now, the area of ​​the package has been greatly reduced, and now it can only enclose a quarter of the entire altar.

The surrounding green sea of ​​fire resembles a dark purgatory. With the recovery of the eighteen black and white flags, the distance between the six people is getting closer and closer.

They are struggling to support, cold sweat is already on top of their heads and bodies.

To be honest, although they were surrounded by a sea of ​​fire, they didn't feel the slightest heat, and some were just chills. The reason why it is worth sweating is all because of the excessive consumption of zhenqi.

"Brother...I can't hold on anymore..." Song Zhenren's brother Yin Lao said weakly.

"I'm not going to be..." Old Yu followed.

"Me too..." "I can't support it anymore..." Mingzhen's two veteran juniors also said so one after another.

"Song Daoyou, what do you think about it now? Right now, you and I can support it, but I don't expect it to last long..." Mingzhen said veteran.

"We are trapped here and can't rush out... The only hope is Zhen Yizi outside..." Song Zhenren gritted his teeth and said.

"They seem to be in trouble too... but even if there is no trouble, it is estimated that they will not be able to rush in to help us from the outside... it is also impossible to extinguish the flames here..." Mingzhen said veteran.

"It should be a formation here. We were fooled and trapped here. The only way is to hope that they can break the formation as soon as possible..." Song Zhenren said.

Those trapped in the sea of ​​flames are really helpless, relying on Song Zhenren's magical weapons to support them. But everyone knows that this kind of support is just a stubborn resistance, and try to buy time as much as possible. Whether he can get out of here alive is really uncertain. Because fate is not in their hands at all, but in the hands of people outside.

The people from the Heavenly Master's Mansion and the Shushan Sect outside the altar are not doing well. The endless waves of walking corpses attacked them, making them simply tired of coping. The most terrible thing is that the strength of the walking corpse is getting stronger and stronger. What's more, the speed of the walking corpses has also become faster. Like Zhang Yinling and Ye Buli in this, they can't play a role at all, relying on the protection of the elders.

The disparity in strength is now fully manifested. Zhen Yizi is worthy of being the junior of the Heavenly Master, and his cultivation is indeed profound. He showed a money sword woven from 108 copper coins, and used the copper coins to form a heavenly evil formation to block the walking corpses. Xing Xuzi, Xing Lizi, Ling Hongzi, and Zhang Zhenren kept using their weapons to pass through the copper coin sword net from above to attack the walking corpses behind them.

The walking corpse was hit by a magic weapon and fell down constantly, but it was not very useful. Because there are too many walking corpses, there will always be many walking corpses constantly attacking the copper coin sword net.

Zhen Yizi kept urging Zhen Qi, and took out all his skills, at best, to make the walking corpses that hit the copper coin sword to pieces as soon as possible. Every time a walking corpse hits the copper coin sword net, it will emit blood mist, and this blood mist makes the power of the copper coin sword net to be consumed little by little.

It can be said that if the number of walking zombs is counted, even if it is a hundred, Zhen Yizi is not afraid, and can still kill them all. But I am afraid of encountering such a situation, no matter how to kill, the walking corpse will not be killed.

Zhen Yizi gradually realized that his copper coin sword net was about to be unable to hold up, but he could only hold on with his teeth, and did not dare to carry it. The old Dao knew in his heart that if his copper coin sword net couldn't stop it, the big guys would have to die here. There is only one hope right now, and that is in Zhang Yu's body. As long as Zhang Yu can find the person shaking the bell, or find the eye and break it, the big guy can be saved. Otherwise, there is no doubt that he will die.

Everyone understands that in this case, no matter how high your cultivation base is, it will only be the difference between staying longer and staying less.

There is still a gust of wind in the stone room, and there are bells in the wind. In this place, Zhang Yinling is now trembling a little. But on the top of Zhen Yizi's head, the hair was all wet, not to mention, steam came out a little bit. I don't know, I thought how hot he was.

Zhang Yinling saw the steam on Zhen Yizi's head, how could she not understand the seriousness of the situation, she couldn't help but muttered in her heart, "Zhang Yu...you get it done quickly...If you can't get it done, we are here. It's over..."

After Zhang Yu jumped into the pit, it was completely dark in front of him, but the feeling of falling down lasted for a short time, that is, one second of effort, Zhang Yu felt that his feet were on the ground.

Not only that, but his eyes are also bright, because there is a fire in front of his feet, illuminating the surroundings.

For this fire, Zhang Yu is almost certain that this is the fire talisman he struck before.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a familiar breath again. It was exactly his Huangquan Ling. Huang Quanling was not far from the fire. He had lost contact before. Now when he came here, Zhang Yu had some contact with Huang Quanling.

Huang Quanling returned to his palm when he thought about it. Not only that, Zhang Yu also looked around with the flames.

This is a big stone room, but it is far from the stone room just now. The end of this stone room can be seen at a glance, and Zhang Yu can really see that in front of him, a dozen steps away, there are three lipstick-painted coffins. On his left and right sides, almost a dozen steps away, there were also three lipstick-painted coffins.

Only his back side, nothing but a rock wall.

Seeing the nine coffins here, Zhang Yu inevitably moved his heart. At this moment, Zhang Yu could realize that he had made the right decision to jump down this time. Even though there are no other portals here, Zhang Yu can almost determine that the nine coffins here are where the eye is located. It's just that Zhang Yu couldn't understand why there were nine coffins.

Thinking about it, Zhang Yu thinks it shouldn't be too late, and he must break the line as soon as possible.